Makes this place Paradise.
Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment
PROSPERO

Sweet, now, silence!

Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;

There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,

Or else our spell is marr'd.
IRIS

You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,

With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,

Leave your crisp channels and on this green land

Answer your summons; Juno does command:

Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate

A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs

You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,

Come hither from the furrow and be merry:

Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on

And these fresh nymphs encounter every one

In country footing.
Enter
certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a
graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and
speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they
heavily vanish
PROSPERO

[Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy

Of the beast Caliban and his confederates

Against my life: the minute of their plot

Is almost come.
To the Spirits

Well done! avoid; no more!
FERDINAND

This is strange: your father's in some passion

That works him strongly.
MIRANDA

Never till this day

Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
PROSPERO

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,

As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;

Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:

Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:

If you be pleased, retire into my cell

And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,

To still my beating mind.
FERDINAND MIRANDA

We wish your peace.
Exeunt
PROSPERO

Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.
Enter ARIEL
ARIEL

Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?
PROSPERO

Spirit,

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
ARIEL

Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,

I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd

Lest I might anger thee.
PROSPERO

Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
ARIEL

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;

So fun of valour that they smote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground

For kissing of their feet; yet always bending

Towards their project. Then I beat my tabour;

At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd

their ears,

Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses

As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears

That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through

Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,

Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them

I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,

There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake

O'erstunk their feet.
PROSPERO

This was well done, my bird.

Thy shape invisible retain thou still:

The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,

For stale to catch these thieves.
ARIEL

I go, I go.
Exit
PROSPERO

A devil, a born devil, on whose nature

Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,

Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;

And as with age his body uglier grows,

So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,

Even to roaring.
Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, & c

Come, hang them on this line.
PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and
TRINCULO, all wet
CALIBAN

Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
STEPHANO

Monster, your fairy, which you say is

a harmless fairy, has done little better than

played the Jack with us.

TRINCULO

Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at

which my nose is in great indignation.
STEPHANO

So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take

a displeasure against you, look you,--
TRINCULO

Thou wert but a lost monster.
CALIBAN

Good my lord, give me thy favour still.

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.

All's hush'd as midnight yet.
TRINCULO

Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--
STEPHANO

There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,

monster, but an infinite loss.
TRINCULO

That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your

harmless fairy, monster.
STEPHANO

I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears

for my labour.
CALIBAN

Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,

This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.

Do that good mischief which may make this island

Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,

For aye thy foot-licker.
STEPHANO

Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
TRINCULO

O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look

what a wardrobe here is for thee!
CALIBAN

Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
TRINCULO

O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.

O king Stephano!
STEPHANO

Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have

that gown.
TRINCULO

Thy grace shall have it.
CALIBAN

The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean

To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone

And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,

Make us strange stuff.
STEPHANO

Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line,

is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under

the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your

hair and prove a bald jerkin.
TRINCULO

Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
STEPHANO

I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't:

wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this

country. 'Steal by line and level' is an excellent

pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
TRINCULO

Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and

away with the rest.
CALIBAN

I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villanous low.

STEPHANO

Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this

away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you

out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
TRINCULO

And this.
STEPHANO

Ay, and this.
A
noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and
hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on
PROSPERO

I'll drown my book.
Solemn music
Re-enter
ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO;
SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO
they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand
charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks: